So farewell, then, Grub Street!

The news media have lost the plot. They are churning out stuff that might interest them, but certainly not the public.

 

For example, SKY News is constantly screening 30-minute ‘specials’ on the missing plane, although there is no story, only speculation. It has a daily ‘special’ on the South African murder case, as if we cared. When Geldof’s daughter was reported dead as a ‘breaking news’ item, they completely wiped the next programme, ‘Business Live’, and showed the same three or four pix of the deceased with tags – no report or commentary or any other sound. She was not known for anything except being Saint Bob’s offspring.

 

The Sunday Times splashed the Geldof  story over three pages of the New Review.

 

The print media is dying. I have given up on it apart from The Economist and the Sunday Times. Apropos which, I begin by putting at least half of the bundle in the bin unopened. I usually get to Page 23 of the main paper before finding something to catch my interest

 

The Guardian is on life-support and is becoming beyond parody to the dismay, no doubt, of Private Eye. Two of its star columnists are aging women, Polly Toynbee who inhabits Socialist la-la land, and the egregious  Alibhai-Brown who sees a white racist lurking behind every bush.

 

The DT top brass are now carpet-bagging Yanks who know nothing about the Street of Shame. Familiar names disappear – Heffer, Delingpole, Congdon, Randall and others. Its circulation is rapidly going south.

 

 The success story is the Mail which has the world’s largest on-line readership.

                               

The biggest print circulation is the Star. The last time I saw a copy, I counted 32 boobs but found no news whatever.

 

What does that say about us?